Best Christmas Carol Poems
Oh the Ghosts, Oh the Ghosts!!!
The Ghosts of Christmas shall haunt the wicked
They shall haunt the bitter and sorrowful decrepit creatures
Your hunched back and wallet will be no shield
For the three ghosts of the Christmas past
I Sir am the ghost of the Christmas past
Fear not I shall do yee no harm
That, you have already done upon your own wicked soul
Yes, that is you, as a young man, full of piss and vinegar as they say
Oh I know, you young ones then called it love, sore sight that was
I sir am the ghost of the Christmas present
Fear not, the bitter cause their own harm, not I for sure
They seethe within their own discontent and folly
The chains you hear old scrooge, are not mine
They are the irons that chain your heart to the wheel of wealth
I sir am the ghost of Christmas future
Fear not, for there is hope for all mankind
Even you, who counts coins like lovers count kisses
When you wake, you shall remember not, all these wise illusionary dreams
Old scrooge, the gift of mercy shall bestow a last grasp at happiness, take yee hold!!!
The most festive of December days, the sun rose in the cold brisk air
Scrooge awoke, and the inexplicable sound of laughter filled his dreary bedroom
Pure unadulterated joy from the grumpiest of old men
The maid fled in fear, what insanity must have possessed this bitter old lard
Ah but happiness was indeed in the air
On with his topcoat and hat, nary a moment to ponder
Of he went to his secretary’s house
Carol, Carol !!!! He exclaimed, yes, I am not mad not crazy nor insane, open the door!
Possessed maybe, but only of joy, that I, the one so filled with animosity
Now I see, by the grace of the god, the love before my very eyes!!!
Well Carol and Scrooge passed a very Merry Christmas indeed!!!!!
Notes: This take of “A Christmas Carol” is from fond memories as a child, when our Dad “made” us watch this movie over the years! Blessed are those with such fond childhood memories of Christmas!
Once, it was a time of true magic,
when the world was small and soft.
It had to be magic, my mind of five told me:
how else could my brothers and I go to sleep
on an ordinary, dull and quiet night...
to awaken in sheer joy the next morn
as though we had been zapped by a warm
bolt of harmless lightning--
setting our now restless bodies tingling.
Like racehorses at the gate of magic,
we stood at the top of the stairs,
pulling at whatever patience we could muster
under the admonitions of Mom and Dad to wait!--
wait! the camera must be loaded-- but how very
painful it was to be still when we knew that
children's paradise was a stairway away--
and what a paradise we saw unfolded
in our now unfamiliar living room!
The tree drew our eyes first--it was big and fat,
with its branches sagging under the great weight
of all its myriad ornaments: glass balls and sweets
and plastic candy canes and tinsel drooping as though
it hung on a some forsaken weeping willow instead of
a tall, proud Blue Spruce : and millions and millions
and millions of colored lights, blinking relentlessly,
made our tree sparkle like the royal crown of a giant king--
perhaps the King of Toys, for toys were seen everywhere
we looked: cars ,trucks , bikes, games, bats-- and balls!
Each brother ran quickly to his own precious pile
(we marveled how thoughtful Santa must be)
and knew in each pile would be some boxes
beautifully wrapped but sans treasure,
holding only socks or shirts, perhaps a sweater--
well, even the jolly fat man could not be perfect--
still, he brought magic to our dull house every year,
transforming our prosaic lives into poetry overnight
by wonder, by magic, by love....
And when he went away, when I was an ancient six,
the world grew much bigger but colder,
dull and empty of that special joy that can only come
to those children who believe....
[Note: This bittersweet poem was also bittersweet to write, as losing childhood itself is bittersweet.]
rec'd n/a in Regina McIntosh's contest, 12/18/20
If only
If only I could
Walk back in time
Jesus alive on the cross
I cried at this great loss
As church bells are ringing
Sat In the last pew singing
Just a child you see
Safe and sound
In a home with joyous Christmas sounds
Santa always close
Christmas my happiness ghost
Tidings and cheer
Family surrounded me
Took away all my fears
Aunts and uncles so boisterous
Plum pudding and hard sauce with Irish Cream
Their laughter invades my midnight dreams
Us children in awe and anticipation
Christmas a miracle lighted with elation
Looking out frosted windows
Snowmen begging to be born
A time I miss, feeling so forlorn
Dancing with ghosts of the past
How could a child ever know
This happiness never lasts
A Blitzing Christmas Carol
The birth of Christ
The birth He sacrificed
Sacrificed for man
Sacrificed with a plan
Plan for forgiveness
Plan of Christmas
Christmas is festive
Christmas is restive
Restive of waiting
Restive of separating
Separating of love
Separating from above
Above where Angels Sing
Above on an Angels wing
Wing of a dove in flight
Wing of peace this night
Night of joy and caroling
Night of rest and healing
Healing with a Christmas gift
Healing hearts with a lift
Lift up your arms
Lift up the harms
Harms that we do
Harms that renew
Renew the joy
Renew and destroy
Destroy the hate
Destroy and create
Create smiles and laughter
Create like a crafter
Crafter of Christmas cheer
Crafter of presents is here
Here comes Santa Clause
Here he gets applause
Applause in the shopping malls
Applause through the halls
Halls with boughs of holly
Halls with fa la la of jolly
Jolly old St. Nick
Jolly old man is thick
Thick layers of snow
Thick enough to throw
Throw away the plate
Throw in to celebrate
Celebrate in the Lord
Celebrate with reward
Reward in eternity
Reward of fraternity
Fraternity...
Christianity ...
Nov.29.2017
A Blitzing Christmas
Sponsored by: taai tekai
Background music composed by same poet...using 'Mixcraft' recording studio software...Happy Holidays
Sacred Night – A New Original Modern-day Christmas Carol,
a Collab with Cecilia Crasto
Once again, a beautiful poem by my sister Cecilia Crasto has been transformed into a lyrical Video musical, complete with special effects to convey the story of that historic Christmas night when the Christ Child was born. This New Original Christmas Carol celebrates the timeless spirit of love, hope, and joy that unites us all, regardless of our beliefs or traditions.
I trust you’ll enjoy this heartfelt creation as much as we enjoyed bringing it to life. Wishing my family, friends, and everyone here a season filled with peace, kindness, and good health. May this time of year inspire warmth and togetherness in us all.
A Happy and Joyful Christmas to one and all
Christmas days with loved ones, surely blissful
Carol hymns reign, awesomely delightful
Merry tunes of “O Come, All Ye faithful”
With “Joy to the World,” very beautiful.
Resonating loud is orchestra’s praise
“Our dear Saviour’s birth” of glad tidings’ grace
Bringing peace midst God’s compassion embrace
“Upon the midnight clear,” bright with hope’s rays.
Choir belts out “Hark, the herald angels sing”
Exultant, “The first Noel” expressing
While jubilant to share gracious blessing
“Glory to God* in the highest” stressing.
Can I forget Christmas 2018?
There in ICU**, on God I did lean
Grateful, "Fall on your knees," I sang ... serene
Dad wondrously smiled; oh, lovely; yet remarkable scene.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
**Dad was in the Intensive Care Unit from December 22, 2018 until he went home to heaven to be with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
December 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 8..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/24/2019.
We wish you would bury christmas
We wish you would bury christmas
We wish you would bury christmas
Then go have a beer.
Go choke on your figgy pudding
Go choke on your figgy pudding
Go choke on your figgy pudding
Stuff it up your rear.
Tidal waves we bring
To you and your kin
We wish you would bury christmas
under a dust bin.
Now bring me some tea and breakfast
Just bring me some tea and breakfast
You bring me some tea and breakfast
Then get out of here.
Forgot to Sing Christmas Carol
Forgot to sing a Christmas Carol
And now he has us over a barrel
Were always in great doubt
Would ever help us out
All of our lives are in peril.
Jim Horn
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As we sing the Christmas Carol
wish for the simplest gifts
give the best smile
that it may satisfy the weary heart
Wish for the simplest gifts
Ask nothing in return
That it may satisfy the weary heart
As the song near to an end
Ask nothing in return
Give the best smile
As the song near to an end
As we sing the Christmas Carol
Christmas Carol
Sure was terrible
And had been unbearable
Lost Christmas Carol.
Jim Horn
Let the season flow
the sweetness of love,
you know, it's Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all.
Let's decorate, we all,
ornaments and glisten balls,
the Christmas tree tall.
Let your tree grow
Christmas tree of love,
you know, it's Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all.
O! stars of the height!
shine more bright,
illuminate the Christmas night.
Let you and moon throw
the glories of love,
you know, it's Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all.
Everywhere it's good,
fun, feast and food,
happy and festive mood.
Let all of you glow
the lights of love,
you know, it's Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all.
O! girls and boys!
have gifts, sweets and toys,
and sing songs of joy
May Lord pour
blessings and love,
you know, it's Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all.
A Christmas Carol
Our minds and brains must be microscopic
Allowing things to happen that are catastrophic
Which cause so much sorrow, suffering and pain
While world and lives become filled with bloodstain.
What is it that will stand and stay in the way?
Destruction and destroying put on display
And to think, other way they want us to look
Just sit there still reading our Bible Book.
God said let actions speak louder than each word
And also to you has it often ever really occurred
Blessed be a person by actions that they take
Not make many excuses causing hearts to break.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
PS. Instead of all our lives being imperil
Could someone sing us a Christmas Carol?
The following harkens to the past when I worked for a supremely idiotic furniture
company, and I, as other managers, had to explain to customers who waited 8-
12 weeks, on the day of promised delivery, or, if lucky, the night before, that their
furniture could not be expected for another 6-10 weeks...and outrage I had to
somehow make justification for. It's therefore called;
"Oh Mrs. Tannenbaum"
Oh Mrs. Tannenbaum,
Mrs. Tannenbaum,
Your furniture will not be coming....
Seems a volcano erupted,
And therefore interupted,
With the manufacture of your product,
We promise, when the lava is cleared away,
We'll put your piece as number 1
And, barring another incident,
With a disgruntled worker with a gun,
We should have your table ready,
For delivery....
Should it rain, of course,
It is with remorse,
We'll call you to postpone it,
Rest assured, we're bored,
Of playing cards an drinking beer,
Something always comes up,
To make us refill our cup,
And disappoint our customers...
Yet, to be quite true,
We're down to but you,
So we don't really care,
You had the balls,
To order a table,
Without a single chair!
In a cold and rainy day
I perceive the winds that blow away
Raindrops plummet on the ground
With its strong and deafening sound
Though the heaven isn’t clear
But laughter is what I hear
Little children feel so much excitement
For it would be their awaited moment
But not all are ready for their presentation
What I can see are movements and actions
“Oh yes teacher! This is the day,
But can we have a final practice, is it okay?”
I nod my head with a smile
So I’ve wait for a while
Jolly moves and sweet voices
With so much enthusiasm on their faces
I call everybody’s attention
So we could start the presentation
But some kids are not yet around
They aren’t yet in the school bound
“Where are they?” I ask
“Ma’am, they are still preparing props”
Kids respond with a sad heart
Then I inform them that we are about to start
Seconds and minutes of waiting
But yet, no one is coming
Outside their eyes are staring
And minds are too busy thinking
I decide to start the caroling
And so the first group starts singing
But then they are still hoping
That their colleagues are coming
At the end of the occurrence they arrive
With nervousness that is so hard to hide
Teary-eye they came
But no one to blame
They’re thinking that their efforts are useless
For it seems that there are no chances
They feel too hopeless
And lose their self confidence
I do my part as teacher
Words of encouragement for them to be better
“It’s okay my dear”
“It’s better late than never”
It’s a Christmas carol
They’re bringing attractive decors
Excellent grades are what they want to savor
Eager to end it with flying colors
I bestow them another chance
For they are in good hands
I want them to succeed and be happy
Their success is what I want to see
by : JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
dedicated to : Grade VI pupils of Calatrava I Central School
December 11, 2013
Here comes Santy Claus,
Here comes Santy Claus,
Bringing you Santy Claus pain.
Vicious old bastard
with sharp-hoofed reindeer
pullin' on the reins.
Bells are ringing,
children screaming,
all is scary with blight.
Say your prayers
or hang by your hair
cuz Santy Claus comes tonight.